"Her body is in an oblivion state." The head of the healers told Kirill and Athos. It was for the fifth time in the week he had repeated the sentence. Kirill sighed and stared at Mircea who was still unconscious.
Frey watched as Athos padded to where Este was sitting, he sat beside her taking her hand in his.
A week had gone by, however the memory of his engagement ceremony's night was fresh as air in Frey's mind. The moment he had stepped out of the palace with Mircea in his arms, Chief Carsten had advised him to leave the kingdom with King Hadrian and his wife.
Carsten had ordered his men to escort them all by the back gate of the palace. He had informed Frey that he would try to control the situation, however it was going to be hard doing that. Only Faustina knew who her real acquaintances were. If anything, it would require a good amount of time to ploy against her, or there was only one option.
A war between Slyve and Cetus.
